There are times when people have wronged you and things grow difficult…so dreadful that you don’t know how things will ever turn around for the better. It’s mid-March and I feel like the last furled leaf hanging from a frozen branch, stuck in mid-frigid air.
What am I hanging on for, surely there is an amicable discovery to unearth in my path? And then things perpetuate in the wrong direction and instead of amelioration, there is deterioration. Times like these I picture myself in the warmth and hallowed grounds of Anneliese. No matter how your day was going, from the moment you stepped foot on the verdant surroundings, your pain and distress melted away.
I recall those mornings when I walked the boys up to that magical foyer…it took my breath away. There is not a school that comes close to the spirit of Anneliese. Ms Leah or Ms Tina always welcomed you with a smile. Upstairs a bath was drawn, cold, “it wakes me up and invigorates me,” Anneliese would say. The kinder below would stroll into circle time and their sweet voices breaking into song drifted up to her.
When she was ready to start her day, she would come down the stairs and chat with them in the foyer, pose a riddle or even lead them in song. Sometimes math facts were asked in German, and the kinder would always respond back in her native tongue as well. It was peaceful and quiet at times when the children were in classes. It was a place to dwell in the moment; a place to imagine your future. A place with only beauty to behold; a place that restored your soul.The peaceful, loving matriarch of the schoolyard, Anneliese, puts all her trust in the children of her school. She understands that everyone learns differently and that the mind is infinite. She sees it her duty to awaken and excite children into learning but that the real power is within each child. She emphasizes on the comfort of the environment and boosting confidence in the kinder; it’s only then that children are teachable.
Even if someone wronged her, she was full of compassion. People who do wrong are in need of it the most. She never gave up on a child, even if the parents had already, at least they had a safe place at school. My favorite memories are the special ceremonies and art exhibits which the children not only delighted in taking part in the preparations but felt a sense of fulfillment afterwards. There was always a Bavarian feast to follow. Good food, good company and with the staff, teachers and kiddos working so hard, it’s worthy of a show of gratitude and a celebratory slice or a flute full of bubbles.
I’m trying to nudge out the winter blues here in our nest, with a celebratory feast and trying to show compassion, even to those who wronged me. Beauty indeed is in what we do, not only what we see. Auf Wiedersehen Anneliese. Until our reunion, under a drooping vine on Manzanita Drive, I anticipate another magical moment where the sound of birds chirping to the rhythms and laughter of children and I splash into your jammy soup of wonder. Until then, I have a long sojourn to joy.